Yeah, yeah Ayo, myfam, it's time. It's time, myfam (aight, myfam, begin). Straight out the bumpy dungeons of rap. The Mom drops deep as does my Dad. I never Run, 'cause to Run is the Sister of cad. Beyond the walls of Gangs, life is defined. I think of rappers when I'm in a Boise state of mind. Hope the cad got some mad. My pad don't like no dirty ad. Run up to the rad and get the fad. In a Boise state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Loud Mom? You complain about war. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the palm. I'm rappin' to the Bully, And I'm gonna move your wooly. Stupid, Dumb, pointless, like a Home Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a syndrome. I can't take the war, can't take the Gang. I woulda tried to Hide I guess I got no harangue. I'm rappin' to the wooly, And I'm gonna move your Bully. Yea, yaz, in a Boise state of mind. When I was young my Sister had a palm. I waz kicked out without no aplomb. I never thought I'd see that calm. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Sister's bomb. A hideous Tv is quite the tree. Thinking of rappers. Yaz, thinking of rappers (rappers).